After a five year stint I've finally come to grips that most of what I do is for someone else. Today I happened to have an exceptionally over demanding resident in the house who drove the point right through my heart. He's five, I'll forgive him. Tomorrow will be a different day. No worries.
But what is a distraught mom to do? I, of course, did what any mom would resort to. I
|"Dad, lay my blanket flat and put me in it like a grocery bag."|